"Kathleen O' Neal & Michael W. Gear - People 3 - People Of The Earth" - читать интересную книгу автора (O'Neal Kathleen)

"Dead's right. He's been lying under the dirt this long, he won't mind
a while longer." Skip pointed to the end of the pad where the back
dirt had been piled.

"You mean you want me to ..." Swenson's mouth dropped open, exposing
his two missing teeth.

"Damned right I do." Skip gestured, his gaze drawn to the skull that
stared up at him with sightless eyes. "You'd have crunched him with
the Cat on the next pass. What's the difference? Hey, what's this?
You going goofy over a dead Indian? Aren't you the guy that cleaned
out that bar down in town?"

"Yeah, but--"

"Then get on that Cat and hit it, Red. The longer this thing's
exposed, the more nervous I get."

Swenson cocked his head, squinting in the sun. "You know, I heard
about a guy up by Gillette. Found a mammoth tusk and took it home.
Made it all the way up to crew chief in the mine he worked in."

Skip shot him a measuring look. "Yeah, well, Red, you tidy this up and
there might be another thousand dollars in your check at the end of the
month. Keep your mouth shut and there's always a job on one of my
projects."

Swenson shrugged awkwardly. "Anything you say."

A thousand in Swenson's pocket made a better deal than paying out fifty
grand and losing months while the archaeologists dug the site. Besides,
Red would drink it all away
within a month or two anyway. Then he'd be back to shagging overtime
to meet his truck payments.

Gillespie walked back to the Ford and threw the shovel in the back. He
kicked the sand off his ostrich boots and slid into the driver's
seat.

The yellow Cat chattered as the cat skinner started the big diesel and
backed up, accompanied by the sound of loud warning beeps. Skip
watched as Red lowered the blade and moved forward to the clattering of
the tracks, making another cut, destroying the last evidence of the
house-pit site. Skip caught sight of one of the bones as the heavy
blade rolled the roiling cascade of dirt. Red backed to make another
cut, piling the rest of the skeleton into the back dirt

Skip slipped the truck into gear and drove onto the rough two-track
that would take him back to the main complex. Five minutes to the
meeting with the engineers.